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Title: Fix It
Author: opalmatrix
Warnings: swearing, mild m/m
Pairing(s): Gojyo/Hakkai
Spoilers: tiny bits throughout the first series
Notes: written for saiyuki_time, Challenge #54, 3 scenes, each using a specific word: toxic, bury, kiss.; time allowed: 90 minutes; time taken: about 95 minutes. But I'm late! Sorry!
Summary: When Gojyo falls badly afoul of Sanzo, he has a tough fix-up job.


"That was the worst day's ride I've ever had. I can't believe you guys didn't say a word t' me all that time."

Hakkai just looked at him for a moment. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Gojyo. You had us all terrified last night."

"I had to do it! No one in town was gonna take in three orphan youkai kids! And His Holiness was being pissy about leavin' on time in the morning, and anyway, night's a better time to find youkai ... ."

Gojyo found himself nearly jerked off his feet as Hakkai grabbed his shirt front in one fist and pulled, hard, so that they were almost nose to nose. It was easy to forget how damn strong he was. His green eyes were throwing off sparks. "You could have been killed, Gojyo! And we didn't know where you were, or what you were doing! Sanzo said that this time, he was going to leave you and not come back! I thought he was going have a stroke right then and there, he was so angry!"

"Goddamn monk - how can expect me to leave three orphan kids just like that? The little one could hardly walk yet! And we might have killed their parents, y' know ... ."

Hakkai let him go as abruptly as he'd grabbed him. Gojyo staggered backward a few steps and sat down on the bed, hard. "Fuck. Hakkai?"

Hakkai took off his monocle and rubbed his face. He looked exhausted all of the sudden. "Gojyo ... I was mostly worried about you. So was Goku. None of us got much sleep. And I can understand why you ... did what you did. Even though it was completely foolhardy. But Sanzo ... I've seldom seen him so angry. He believes you betrayed our mission - and him. The whole situation is completely toxic. I don't think I can fix this for you, Gojyo. Not this time."

Gojyo looked at the slumped shoulders, the hollows under Hakkai's cheekbones, the way his artificial eye wasn't tracking right. He sighed. "Yeah. OK. I see. I gotta clean up my own mess." He got to his feet and wrapped one arm around Hakkai's shoulders. "I'll fix it, OK? It's not that bad."

Hakkai didn't respond, and his shoulders didn't relax back against Gojyo's arm. Gojyo gave up and slouched out of the room, letting the door thud shut behind him.

Damn.

Maybe it was that bad.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *  

Two hours later, Gojyo found Sanzo under a tree out behind the inn, smoking. He didn't turn his head to look at Gojyo, but Gojyo knew that the priest knew he was there. Gojyo hefted the porcelain jug in his hand, so that it sloshed temptingly. "Hey. Monk. Have a drink?"

At that, Sanzo turned his head slowly. He took a seemingly endless drag on his cigarette, then blew a stream of smoke directly at Gojyo. Gojyo had to admit that the guy had personality: he'd never felt so completely rejected in his life. He sat down at Sanzo's feet, cradling the jug. The silence stretched out.

"What makes you think," said Sanzo at last, apparently to the darkening sky, "that I'd take anything from you at this point. You're a flea-brained, foolhardy piece of meat who's a sucker for any sob story he hears, and doesn't mind abandoning his mission to follow daydreams. The world is full of sad stories, you can't fix them all, and if we don't get West in time, there are going to be more orphans and widows and widowers than your empty head can possibly imagine. Fuck you, kappa. As far as I'm concerned, you can stay here when we leave tomorrow."

Gojyo stayed as still as he could during this tirade. It's all just wind and temper. He tried to breathe evenly, like he'd seen Hakkai do when he was trying to control himself. Sanzo looked down at him and clearly didn't like what he saw. He tapped his cigarette ash deliberately onto Gojyo's knee.

"Oi!"

"Heh. Yeah. There'll be a lot more room in Jeep without you. And Hakkai's better off without you anyway."

Gojyo found himself on his feet, the jug forgotten on the ground, both hands fisted in the shoulders of Sanzo's white robes. "Shut up! Don't you talk about him! He can make his own damn decisions! "

Sanzo glared at him smugly: "Hands off, you filthy cockroach! You want to die?"

Gojyo shoved hard, so that Sanzo's head hit the tree trunk, and then released him, spinning around so he didn't have to look at him. "I could kill you for that," Sanzo said calmly, behind him.

Gojyo drew breath, then turn back to face him. "You know, for a guy whose life was saved by the Great Kannon herself, you are a grade A jerk! What's that the goddess of, anyhow, huh? Devotion to duty? Purity, Cherry-chan? Courage? She's the bloody great goddess of mercy, you shitty monk! And what the hell do you know about that, huh? You wouldn't know mercy if it crawled up your robe and bit you in the ass!"

Sanzo was silent. Gojyo was too wound up to consider what that might mean.

"Maybe there's a reason that th' Talking Heads wanted a dirt rag like me along, huh? Maybe you need something to remind you that you have a heart in there somewhere! And you're the same guy who found Goku on that mountain? And took him out of there? And who put Hakkai back together again? Pretty fucking hard to believe! What's happened to you since then, huh?"

At that, Sanzo looked him straight in the eyes, and Gojyo really thought that he was going to get to find out what death by sutra felt like. But Sanzo's glare wavered, and his mouth got soft and quavery for a second. Just for a second, though. Then he did his magic fan trick and whacked Gojyo on the ear.

"Ow!"

"Don't try to get philosophical, you moron! Your pea brain's working overtime as it is, just keeping you walking around."

They stared at each other for a second, Gojyo holding his stinging ear, Sanzo tapping his fan against his robe-covered knee. Finally, he pointed the fan at the white jug, forgotten on the ground.

"What the hell is that, anyway? If you got Hakkai to put that on the gold card, you're toast."

Gojyo sighed and rubbed his ear. "Peach brandy. And actually, I bought it myself. With money I took off some fat merchants who thought they knew how to play cards."

"Give it here."

Gojyo fetched it and drew out the stopper, and offered it to Sanzo. Sanzo took a hefty swig, like he needed it, and passed it back.

For a while, there was not a sound but the night insects and the sloshing and gurgling of the golden liquor. Finally, when the jug was more than three fourths down, Sanzo took the stopper from him and put an end to things. "Get out of here. I'm tired of looking at your face."

"Gosh, Sanzo-sama, you're welcome."

Sanzo kicked him lightly in the ankle. "Don't be so smart. If you run off again without letting one of us know what's up, I'll kill you and bury you myself. Get."

Gojyo got. When he reached the back door of the inn, he turned to look. Sanzo was smoking again, sitting on the ground with his back against the tree trunk, the jug cradled in one arm like a child's teddy bear. The moon had risen, and its thin white light shone peacefully on his calm, inhumanly beautiful face, Gojyo shook his head and went inside.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *  

Hakkai was in bed. It sounded like he was asleep, but as Gojyo tiptoed across the room, Hakkai called his name softly.

"Yeah, 's me."

He hurriedly unlaced and kicked off his boots, shucked the rest of his clothes and slipped into bed in his boxers, reaching for Hakkai.

"Gojyo! You didn't wash ... ."

"Don't wanna wash. Want you."

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"Maybe. So's Sanzo."

"Ah. You talked?"

"Yelled. Cussed. Then he hit me with his fan and let me give him a drink."

"Oh."

"Told you it'd be OK. "

"Gojyo - what are you not telling me?"

"I fixed his ass with ph ... phi-loso-phy, Hakkai. It was great. You woulda been so proud."

"Philosophy!"

"Yeah." Gojyo grabbed Hakkai by his shoulders and pressed him down into the pillow. "Philos'phy. OK? So I fixed it. So it wasn't that bad. So shut up and kiss me."

"Gojyo!"

" ... please?"

 

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opalmatrix
May. 29th, 2009 04:05 am (UTC)

I'm so glad that Gojyo-Sanzo scene worked for you! I was afraid that it was too short in some ways - that it resolved too rapidly - but of course there was the time limit.

Thanks for reading!

red_squared
May. 22nd, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
Oh, I love that conversation between Gojyo and Sanzo. I wish I were articulate enough to tell you why, but just the fact that Gojyo is able to make Sanzo think again... *loves*

Excellent fic! And in 95 minutes, too -- doubly impressive :D
opalmatrix
May. 29th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)

Gojyo's had practice keeping Hakkai grounded, but Sanzo is a very different sort of problem! I'm glad the story worked for you.

Thanks for the kind words. Sometimes the stories roll on out naturally, and sometimes it's like blood from a stone ... this one came pretty quickly once I had the disagreement between the two of them in mind.

suanz
May. 22nd, 2009 04:20 am (UTC)
I too think the scene between Gojyo & Sanzo was brilliantly executed. Convincing without the need for dramatics. Well done!!!!
opalmatrix
May. 29th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC)

Aww, thank you so much!

purpleicicles
May. 22nd, 2009 11:48 pm (UTC)
"I fixed his ass with ph ... phi-loso-phy, Hakkai. It was great. You woulda been so proud."

Haaaaaaaa... not so sure about that, Gojyo, but it worked anyway!! Drunken Gojyo is the height of adorable-ness, especaially when he's saving kiddies ^____^♥
opalmatrix
May. 29th, 2009 04:11 am (UTC)

Well, Sanzo told him it was philosophy! So it has to be, right?

XD

Thanks for reading!

lady_ganesh
May. 23rd, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)
Heh. Nice work.
opalmatrix
May. 29th, 2009 04:12 am (UTC)

Aww, thanks!

Were there any bits that particularly worked, or didn't work, for you?

lady_ganesh
May. 29th, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)
Honestly, mostly, it was Gojyo, and yes he would take in strays and get drunk and bitch at Sanzo until he gave in, and I just love the way you write him. :D
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